Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-01-23

head up in tn air, while the wind danced
the snow about it, 'zif he were struck mo-
tionleSs at the singular sight. Honey seed
hope fur him in this, an tried to rale his
rifle an plug the buck an bring him down,
That second he know'd the hope were gone.
The weak an tremblin' arms couldn't
raise u'r hold the gun at sight an the
muzzle drOdped an buried itself in the
sno! The buck stood still q swell longer.
Then he give mis- horns a toss, an leaped
away with a snort, an the darkness an
the woods o kivered him. Then We
should a heerd the wind yell! An We
should q seen the snow pelt poor OF Honey,
an throw itself in his way, Hut he
dragged along.
"'''FI kin only git to the cabin said he,
then l kin lay down and starye in peace
"Bimeby he got to seein' queer things
about him. Now he was in camp, an
some fsller were br'din' q pheasOnt an
stewin' a rabbit, an tn was bar meat, an
ven'zen hangin' an layin' all round. But
wen Honey reach'd fur it he found nothin'
thar 'cept now an then a han'ful o cold
that he grabbed ez he clutched for
the pheasant an the rabbit. The last
thing OF Honey 'membered seem on his
way to the cabin were his oil home down
In Jersey. There were the O~l-fashiOned
kitchen plain ez day. On the h'arthstun
laid Ring, the OIL dog, sleepin' like a top.
Houey's brother John were playin' Money
Musk on the fiddle over in corner, an
in t'Other CORNER were the high Of clock
away, an shown how the moon
changes. an the gittin' up an goin' down
the tides. The table were sot fur sup
per, an HOney's sister Sally were ,Jlst
turnin ont o the kittle that hung on the
crane a Steamin' OIL fashioned chicken stew,
then a pourin' the thick gravy over a
plate of hot short cake, split open, an
light eZ a feather. These was keepin' warm
by the hearth vile Sally hung the griddle
an Honey heerd the creamy batter
eizz c Sally dropped it in S~pOOnfuls on the
well-greascd iron. Tn was q dish o
green peppers, stuffed with chopped
cabbage an mustard seed, on the table,
an some p'Seryed q~uicnes in a Scalloped
glass dish, an a roll of yaller butter with
the patter-markS o. the ladle on it yit, and
plate full O. slices o bread ez white ca the
napkin that laid in the bottom o the glass
cake dish, kiveTcd with two or three cuts
q waller Jelly cake, an a piece or two OF
lucy fruit cake, and mehbe a crisp cookey
or two, vile 'circlin' the white slices o
bread we're a rim a. crust like a golden
hand. Poor Honey seed this Of kitchen at
hum an then he seed nOthin' no more, and
nothin' more kept only fur u
and thut were th't he had tumbled
inter the snow an were cropping long, an
thlt the wind were hOwlin' wild over him,
th't tn snow whirled savaGe about
him and fell Onter him 'zif 'twere glad,
an pelted m kivercd him ez he CROPPED.
'Leastways, Honey didn't member
fur u good vile artcr the ole
Kitchen at hum had Knocked him crazy.
How long arterw'd | dunno, but bimeby
Honey come To hiSSelf ateelin' warm an
conftablc. lie opened his eyes. 'Cordln'
To wat see he were layin' on h floor In
his hwn cabin, an 4 smell o yictualS IN
the room th't were poorly nigh thlch
enough to make a meal on. Honey shet
his ewes. He didn't b'lieve nOthin' that
he see n'rnOthin' that he Smelt. But the
smell y victuals kept crammin' itself mter
hs nose. The fire snapped, an tn want
doubt th't the irceZin' icclin' IN IlOney'S
veins were zone. The wind want yelln'
clutchin' at him, an the snow want
of him. He opened his eyes ag'n.
Then he give 4 sniff. Poorly soon he rlz
up on his elbow. Thar were the cabin,
enough. The fireplace were blaZin'.
Honey rubbed his eyes, an looked aS'n.
Then he riz mp a little more. lie found
l. .... .1,rpal NKaal l1I mot IN
trrmbly ez afore. He got to his feet. On
his table stood "A bottle an a%.tumblcr. On
a BIC hunk o. birch-hark, nigh the fire,
we're sumpn' Steamiu' an Smcllln good.
Honey draw'd up To the table, kecrIul and
s'picious like. He looked round a min
ute, an then grabbed the hottie. lie
Smelt O IT., and gave 4 start. Then he
clapped the bottle to his lips, took a long
null at it, an looked round ag'n kinder
skeert. lie set the bottle down, AN drop
ped in front o the birch-bark ez held the
s.camin' yictuals. lie yanked 4 piece On'n
it. tasted it, and riz 10 his feet.
I'm either dead an in heaven he
yoOped, Skippn' round the cabin, or elae
here is rum an here is soon
He slapped the bark up on the table.
Thar, fresh from the spit, which laid on
the h'arth, an simmerin' i'll its fat, an
smpllin' o. spices an yarbS, and vinegar
gravy, were ez plump an proper q cooked
young coon ez ever any man sOt down to.
An thar in that bottle were a quart o the
best Of run th't ever made 4 b~uShw'aeker
;rel wurth u hundred dOllarSmore ut eyry
drink. or Honey pumped down on his
knees an prayed, hungry ez he were. Then
he fell 10, an ef he didn't have N o. the
highest OF Christmas ewes th't ever struck
the sOoburbS o civilization, thin Honey
McGOnigle hain't the III | think he were.
How else could that Don u ben
ketched an cooked, and that bottle o oil
o. gladneSS been SOt in my cabin, 'cept by
angels o Honey uSety asst, an nobody
in them parts never could give me no
answer ez proved th't angels didn't do 1t,
an so, o. course, they did.
"Sumpin' else happen'd kinder queer
that same New Year eve in the Sugar
Swamp deeStric' but it never come out fur
wears arterw'ds, 'cauSc them th't was
mixed up inter 1T were kinder 'feercd o
bcin' laughed ut. AcOuple o smart young
tellers from Sprouts Clearin' thOrt they'd
hay some fun in the woods that night, an
stuff, an trampS in lords the swamp.
Their idee were to put up n h~emiock-bough
house and hev u royal feast an spree IN
the woods all by thCirseliS. Fore they
got their bOugh house ready, up came the
biz snow storm. and they loads upan' digs
fur hum. On their way in they runs ontcr
nm Of cabin. Tc' hadn't ben no n IN 1t,
an the smart ElckS takes possession.
They build a blazin' fire, an cooks their
yictuals, an the feast an racket Is Just
about To begin when whang the door comes
open, an u tall, thin, haggard sPook,
white ez death an kiyered with snow, an
with eyes a-glarin' fire, sweeps inter IN
cabin. The two young fellers can't ut
oute'n thar quick enough; an out they
gets, leavin' ev'fy thing ahind EN- int
they was bout to he gay an' festive with,
an never stops to look ahind them till
they gifts back to the clearin'. | never
took much stock in that yarn, fur nobody
never know'd nothin' bout there bein' any
seen thing q \ spOOk in the Sugar Swamp
deeSt-ic'.'
The Suuire was silent for 4 moment after